“You agreed to keep the cost reasonable.”
He grins. “I agreed on four battles.” With that, he poofs out of existence, and Pom and I find ourselves back in the tower of sleepers.
“That’s what I get for teaching him how to wake himself up,” I say to Pom and exit the dream world as well.
* * *
Turning to face Valerian, I explain that we need to make a trip to my guy’s favorite hangout.
“Let’s go,” he says and ushers me to his private flying car, which gets us there so quickly that we end up sipping drinks until Napoleon arrives.
“Napoleon, this is Valerian,” I say. “Valerian, this is Napoleon.”
“Pleasure,” Valerian says evenly, his expression unreadable.
“If you’re who I think you are, the pleasure is all mine,” Napoleon says, managing to look even more like a little devil.
I put dow
